Needless to say I was a little shocked this morning when upon waking and crawling outside with my coffee I found this yobo lounging in the back garden. Now in truth it was a mixed blessing as with everything there is both good and bad. The goodness of the situation was, that I realized that this “Wildman” ,who has thus far “served with distinction” ( I must say) as my “blogmaster”, was as likely here to help me as to beat me senseless in a drunken-football-inspired frenzy.
My brother-in-law “Nigel” combines the unusually diverse qualities of a raving soccer fan, law abiding citizen, political pundit and blogging professor. He was in truth the driving force behind my initial plunge into “bloggingdom” and now remains as my harried technical advisor. His blog, “Greencanuck” is a masterpiece of contentious political issues. If you wanna scrap (in the literary sense), on or off the football field , check it out. His razor sharp logic should soon cut you down to size.
He pokes at the crest on his football jacket. “Thats’ not Arsenal, its Everton”. Oops Sorry brother-in-law, no offense”. “Arsenal is red, Everton is blue”. I back away in my usual dazed morning way, last thing I need is a kick in the chops. “Nil Satis Hisi Optimum – Only the best is good enough” he glares at me from beneath a furrowed brow. “Yes, yes of course Nige”. I wonder if he is implying that I fall far short in his estimation, quite likely, he can be scathing.
“What of the tower in the crest? I ask hoping to pacify him. It is a good subject as anything Everton related sweetens him. “Oh that’s St Dominic’s Church, you can learn all about Everton’s history on the site “toffeeweb.com”. They are the longest serving club in English top ..ight football. (cant remember if its height or flight or something like that)
Swaying in the hammock he reminisces fondly of his youth in Chester and happy times when he took the ferry across the Mersey to watch Everton play. It’s gentle motion has soothed the mistaken insult. “Must have been a real terror back then eh? Can of beer, bone through the nose, tattooe on the forehead, a whole lot of attitude”.” Well I did threaten a Liverpool fan once” He confessed. Hmm, he is an interesting contradiction. “Wanna go up and get delicio working? ” “Sure Nige”.